Sienna's status as a meankitty comes less from her demeanor than from the fact that she lives under some really grave misconceptions. You see, though her personality is rather sweet, it has somehow gotten into her little kitty head that it's perfectly acceptable to:

- eat breakfast from out of my bowl while I am in the process of eating it

- catch birds and throw their carcasses about, then give the body to the dog to chew up in my mother's bed

- hide in the crack between my bed and the wall and attack my feet and legs from there

- fall asleep on my face or neck

- take my Ipod earbugs directly out of my ears with her fangs

- claim toes for her own

- weave between my feet as I step, thereby making it impossible to walk without falling on something

- climb on every counter space imaginable and bat down pens and hair elastics for the dog to chew on

- Wake my boyfriend from his very-much-needed sleep every half hour so he can pet her (she's actually given up bugging me - I sleep like a log)

- attempt to braid my hair with her claws and teeth

But her worst offense of all, by far, is the last:

She jumps on me and bites my *ladybits of the chest area* when I attempt to clothe myself in the morning. If that doesn't give this 5-and-a-half pound cat the meankitty title, I don't know what does!